Independence Day

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Ashton's P.O.V.

"Get up you little booger," Michael yelled in my ear.

"Hey don't freakin swear!" I exclaimed. I can never tell him enough not to swear. Its an awful influence. "Leave my room and I'll get up!"

"No you have to know this is our room not only your room!" Michael sassed back.

"Leave!" I shot back. Sometimes, you need to be very careful. I may seem very nice but once you mess with me, I can have very good comebacks.

"Do I really have to get Liz up here?" Michael yelled.

Not Liz! Sometimes, when I don't get out of bed, Liz likes to come up here and lick my elbows until I get up. "I'll be up in a sec! Just plese leave."

"If you say so," said Michael

Next thing I knew, I was drifting back into slumber.

I woke up to a moist, saliva feeling on my elbow. Liz! This time, it seemed like many Lizzes were licking my elbow! I idmediatley burst into tears. "Make it stop!" I sobbed. I felt as if I was being drowned in a wave of toungues. "Luke, get your mom! Please!"

"Mom! What are you doing?" said the familiar aussie accent.

"Getting Ash up! What does it look like?" she said.

"Leave! I'll talk to you in a second," Luke demanded.

I felt all seven tounges leave my elbows in a splt second. They left me there breathing heavily. Why does Liz have to be such a pain?